In the early hours of morning when sleep is considered standard fare, I am awake. A sense of dread, or downright depression rather, at the prospects of a monotonous life back in the states has hit me. It feels as though the people here haven't changed in so much as I myself feel to have. Discussions with them bring forth the standard lines of thought I have heard before, lowered ambitions not my own, ethnic inequalities, and a greater lust for material culture which I have been away from for such a long time. True, there are many hardships that need changing in this country, but they are not as blatantly apparent on a daily basis as in my previous environment.
In a few days, I will have returned to Houston--to my family and friends in a place called home. Though there is the sense of joy that will undoubtfully come at this reunion, there will be something missing.
Perhaps I am too quick to judge again. There is still time after all.
1 comment:
hao,
it due time it will get better, but in the back of your head that thought of the wonderful times in Viet Nam will always linger. Hope to see you in Viet Nam in 2008. It was good having you study with me over there cousin.
Hac.
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